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Friday, December 08, 2006

Multilingual

I have this giant, purple chair that everybody loves. It's actually a chair and a half and it reclines and it so soft and pretty and comfy. Currently, I have it tucked into a corner of my room where two windows meet and I sit in my beloved chair after a long day and read and watch TIVO and snack and snooze and whatever. Escape. My purple chair = escape. Occasionally, I share the sanctity of the purple chair with a child sipping a bottle or with homework in her lap or a book begging to be read aloud. But mostly, I hog it all to myself.

For the past couple of weeks, my heater has been broken and, despite my landlords good faith attempts to get it in working order, it has yet to be fixed. Because I am a good and loving mother, and have no interest in treating frostbite, I have allowed 3 of my 4 children to camp out in my bedroom so we can all share the one space heater in our arsenal of weapons against the cold. The 4th child, Pokeboy, has such a small inner-sanctum that his computer keeps the whole room warm. Besides, the computer might have nightmares if he left it by itself all night ;)

Sharing your bedroom with 3 little girls is not fun. Not fun at.all. They treat my room as they would treat their own. Which is to say carelessly and messily and with utter lack of respect. Now, when the time for going to bed comes, I cannot send them their separate ways and retire into my peaceful retreat. My retreat has become a zoo.

Last night, after a long day and evening, I sat in my sweet, sweet purple chair, fully reclined, listening to Queenie chatter endlessly about a script she is writing for a skit at school and holding precious Scooby as she drifted towards dreamland. Poor Stanky had been vying for attention for a good 30 minutes and had been repeatedly told to go lay down and go to sleep.

Suddenly, I see these little disembodied feet sticking out from underneath the footrest of my recliner, straight up into the air shaking up and down vigorously.

"Do you know what this means in Spanish, Mommy?"

"I have no idea, Stanky."

"It means 'Stop it'".

Who knew my child was bilingual?

posted by *******DIANE******* @ 9:47 AM

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